Su Ziceng's hands were delicate, like the fresh tips of bamboo shoots, while Pello's hands were large. The contrast between their two pairs of hands was striking, yet when they came together, it was surprisingly harmonious.
She was comforting him. At that time, neither of them spoke, yet it was like an unspoken understanding; neither withdrew their hand.
"You still have family," Su Ziceng whispered. If she were Pello, she would choose the same, to die and be released rather than to live in agony.
"My family?" Pello's look and tone both grew colder. "If you're talking about my uncle..."
If everything had been normal, Pello would now be in France. The title of Earl is hereditary; a father's legacy continued by his son. With his intelligence today, he could have kept the Munsen Family's business in excellent order; he would never have needed to work at Kelly Women's College as a leisurely instructor.
